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April 19, 2014

Daily April poem: named after a seashell

Once I would have woken at threeto see our planet's shadow carving a black crescent.

To watch her face disappearonly to return, round and redas though hiding aroused her.

But after the yearof night wakings,breasts full as the moon

I don't want to seethe numbers on the digital clockcreeping unavoidably toward day.

I hear she was coy, anyway -- did the striptease behind a billowing sheet of cloud.

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt invited us to write poems inspired by the names of the seashells on the list. I was drawn immediately to the shell named "incised moon," and thinking of the moon being incised or carved-away made me think of the recent lunar eclipse.

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Once I would have woken at threeto see our planet's shadow carving a black crescent.

To watch her face disappearonly to return, round and redas though hiding aroused her.

But after the yearof night wakings,breasts full as the moon

I don't want to seethe numbers on the digital clockcreeping unavoidably toward day.

I hear she was coy, anyway -- did the striptease behind a billowing sheet of cloud.

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt invited us to write poems inspired by the names of the seashells on the list. I was drawn immediately to the shell named "incised moon," and thinking of the moon being incised or carved-away made me think of the recent lunar eclipse.